The Necropolis where the citys nosferatu congregate forming their own hidden community apart from the rest of Kindred society.

not all Nosferatu live here naturally, but most visit often enough.

In general, it was difficult to consider the necropolis a community in the purest sense of the word. A congregation, yes, but one of perhaps a dozen or more individuals each contemplating their own personal deformity in isolation, each growing more strange with the march of years into decades and centuries. If the average Kindred met the sun before his fiftieth year, unable to stand the ennui and cruelty of their condition, that number was multiplied for the Nosferatu further weighed down by the undead revolt of their bodies.

There were the pretty ones, of course, the ones blessed with a passing strikingness that made them passable in common society. The Nosferatu whose stench was overwhelming could drown himself in perfume, the one whose gaze could make others feel strangely violated could hide their misshapen eyes behind sunglasses, and some could insulate themselves in more extreme subcultures where their hideousness could be lauded as artistry. For those like Max Strenger, there would never be acceptance.

The name Strenger came from the German word strang, meaning a strip of land, and had its roots in the Ashkenazic Jewish nickname for harshness or to be strict, which in some incestuous way twisted back in on itself to the German surname Streng meaning brave or bold. So it was with Max whose body was twisted back in on itself over and over, corruption upon corruption corroding what humanity was left to him and causing the alien in his blood to bubble to the surface. His human-like appearance was just a sack of skin now containing spiders that made up his limbs and face. When he looked into the mirror and only saw the blurred surface he could see the spiders crawling in, out of, and over him. And he very rarely ventured out of his little strand of territory into the Necropolis proper.

Sometimes the rumor of someone looking to establish a Dark Temple might draw him invisibly to see if it were true. On occasion, he would haunt out a reasonable locale for a Caldarium or Bleak Annals, but by and large, he remained unseen in his hollow and spun his influential webs, always listening and watching.

And sometimes, he commented.

A week ago he had put out the question: "Who is on the way up?" and dedicated his attention to learning all he could of the local web of Kindred influence. This was a level of spinning he had not displayed before as he traveled to and from the Necropolis to the urban decay of the bad side of town where his decrepit congregations gathered to hear the word from their unseen prophet of the Arachnonomicon. The master was dedicated to God, not politics, and who could tell what his sudden worldly concern could portend?

Max could.

He was tired of hiding in the shadows. It was time to be seen as well as heard, and make a name for himself among his Sanctified brothers and sisters. The time had come for the web to spread.

23:34, Today: Max Strenger rolled 1 success using 3d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 1,9,2.  Wits + Politics (Cacophany Saavy) (corrected pool).

Theirs a Ventrue embraced into the Ordo Dracul, who abandoned them about a decade ago, to join the Circle of the Crone, shes been patient and devoted, and it seems that soon she will rise in their hierchy.

Shes come to the attention of many kindred of the city, as a prodigy on her way up.

She doesnt Attend Elysium that often but Many are watching her every now and then.

Theirs a Gangrel, who cant even name his Sire currently being sponsored into the Invictus, he's had to earn it, but hes shown a lot of zeal to make his way in the night

And Daeva in the Sanctum like him who's Currently fighting to expand her territory and influence, She is struggling against some monster hunters, albeit shes drawn their attention with her efforts to test humanity.

Hunters, Sanctified, and a kindred on the rise.

Perfect.

Having taken information from the cacophony it only stood to reason that he should return the favor with a well-chosen piece of his own, and so he arranged one of his faithful to leave a message on the restroom wall. To the outsider it would look like the usual quippy scrawl, but it would filter down through the information networks, and if they were wise enough to listen, reach the Daeva in time. If she was very smart, she would take the offered help and arrange a meet.





00:05, Today: Max Strenger failed (no successes) using 4d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 5,3,4,2.  Presence + Empathy + WP - 3 Communicating through Marks. Roll 1

00:07, Today: Max Strenger failed (no successes) using 4d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 6,2,2,5.  Presence + Empathy + WP - 3 Communicating through Marks. Roll 2

00:08, Today: Max Strenger rolled 1 success using 4d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 5,5,9,6.  Presence + Empathy + WP - 3 Communicating through Marks. Roll 3


00:10, Today: Max Strenger rolled 1 success using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((6,8,6,3,3,2)).

Each roll is 30-60 minutes of dedicated effort. First to devise the message, then to create the artistic expression itself.
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2 nights latter he Finds a a Mark next to his message in the bathroom, Indicating that its noted. and a Note "Da' Mall, at Saturday"

Topping off before leaving the safety of his set of underground tunnels, Strenger felt the sickly sweetness of stolen lives boil away as he willed his blood to shroud him, taking a moment to ensure he was truly undetectable. His body was twisted beyond reckoning. Even his most loyal sycophants who permitted themselves to be preyed upon felt an intrinsic revulsion at his presence, and it was for the best to be certain before he risked the city above.

Activating Cloak of Night (Obfuscate 3)

The nosferatu priest kept to the most derelict regions of the city for his own survival, where the preponderance of drugs and alcohol ensured even if he were seen no one would believe the witness. And, as he travelled among the mass of humanity parting around him instinctively, he saw them at their very worst. Addicts, degenerates, perverts and pimps, he would never go hungry here nor want for the Lord's good work. For those whom quantity superseded quality, this was prime real estate he lived under.

The Mall, however, was well off of his main drag and closer to main street. Already he was risking much just by meeting this strange Kindred in these conditions. Thankfully, he wasn't as dumb as he was ugly.

Meeting in the Mall without verifying who he was first was a neonate's mistake, especially with hunters about: it had the logic of being seen in public for protection in a place that logically wouldn't have enough people to actually provide protection. Further, without some means of identification between them, the expectation had to be that they would know one another by their beasts upon sight except for the fact Strenger was hidden from sight. If he did find the Daeva and her beast were stronger than his, he would simply withdraw never having been seen. Conversely, if her beast were the lesser, he still would not be inclined to show himself to her needlessly. They would have to retire to a truly secure location for this conversation, and frankly he wondered why a supposed Sanctified had not invited him to temple where they might both feel secure in their power.

Approaching the mall invisibly, Strenger took his time entering it, verifying the location and distribution of entrances and exits, looking out for people in the parking lot or across the street who didn't 'fit'. He'd spent almost an hour scuttling about making sure he was comfortable with the place before he ever hauled his bulk within, and even then it was only to do the entire delicate dance over again. If he found his sister in arms he would wait and watch, controlling the scene from the shadows to ensure she hadn't been followed, and would only introduce himself after the fact in the parking lot. He could, after all, ask one of the homeless about the place to pass on a message. And once she was isolated, bringing her into his silent little bubble was only a touch away.

14:59, Today: Max Strenger rolled 2 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 6,1,3,9,6,10(+1). Perception check! The parking lot.

15:00, Today: Max Strenger rolled 1 success using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 7,8,5,7,2,7. Perception check! Inside the Mall.

15:05, Today: Max Strenger rolled 2 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 3,7,4,7,5,10(+8). Perception check! Locate the contact (if Kindred).

Order of Operations: 1. Secure outside of Mall. 2. Secure the inside of the mall. If clean 3. Locate kindred contact. If Kindred contact is not present, wait. If Kindred contact is present, ensure they are alone. If they are not alone, leave a contact message. If they are alone, wait until they are ready to leave the mall, then approach them in the parking lot. The intent is not to engage in combat, however, Strenger can use Cloak of Night on the target so both he and they are invisible and cannot be heard. Then they will have a little conversation.
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After an hour or so he Notes another kindred a young woman wearing a slit skirt and tight top.

her beast IS mightier then his hes seen her a time or two at midnight Mass, shes one of the congregation but never sought rank in the clergy.

Max withdrew until he was certain his beast could marshal itself. He had sorely hoped his beast would not be the weaker here and was not looking forward to negotiating with a potential elder. The wise action would be to scrub the meeting, to go home and forget the whole mess, but he was disinclined towards failure. To spring the cloak of night on this person might cause a conflict, but  he couldn't risk the masquerade by revealing himself. So instead he sent a proxy, one of his faithful indigents, the agent activated with a planned note being passed to him from the shadows: to beg change from the well-dressed woman, with some well-placed gibbering.

Wanna get lost?

There's spiders in the girly bathroom. Spiders!

This would signal his presence without revealing himself, and allow him to more adequately isolate the kindred and he from mortal eyes. If she didn't take the bait, then that was a statement of disinterest, and he could leave without saying he hadn't tried. If she did recuse herself, then he could be more certain she was alone and they could have their actual conversation.

(OOC: sorry got distracted again but got reminded today because, hey, secrets of the covenants came out today!)

She does wind up taking the bait and recusing herself clearly wanting to talk with him.